My daughter bought a bunny last winter. As bunnies go, this one is awfully sweet. She lived in a cage, with all the things a bunny might need, but she was not happy. She was restless and needed S P A C E. When the weather was nice we would put her out on the lawn in a dog crate so she could nibble on greens and enjoy the sun, but still, she was in a cage. This summer we decided to let her free to explore the fenced yard. I knew that a smart bunny could get out of the fence. I knew that the yard offered dangers... hawks, owls, eagles and the like could all make a snack out of a small brown rabbit. But she stared at me through the bars of her cage and I let her free.
She ran and leapt and hopped and explored and ate. And at night, she would go back to her cage, with its dish full of alfalfa pellets and its cool clean water and deep bedding! Recently she did find her way out of the fence, and now she likes to hang out in the driveway or under the apple trees or in the herb garden sampling parsley. There are a great many dangers outside the fence... cars and coyotes and foxes and more. So far the bunny is safe and she just emanates happiness as she navigates the big world. And still, she returns to her cage at night.
There it is in a nutshell. Freedom is dangerous. But oh! it tastes of apples and sunshine and space and sweetness.
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